Just over a hour ago, Jenny and I left the Chainsmokers concert to discover we were robbed. All the documents from her glove compartment were scattered on the passenger side seat. Her right rear car window was shattered. Our cameras, purses, wallets, jackets, and my gift for Jenny were stolen.
I actually don't feel bad about the material possessions, those are replaceable.
But I'm heartbroken over my camera, particularly the SD card. I know the robber doesn't need it, but I do. So many fucking memories on the thing and they're all gone. Can't even finish my TCIC 3.0 because the project was stored on the card.
I've always wanted something bigger than life to happen to me, and I've always wanted a clean fresh start. So did I ask for this to happen?
-Lost and numb
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."